Clara's wary of venturing out again after the fight with Venus on the first night of the Arena, especially considering she's down an eye and is trying to adjust to the sudden disappearance of her depth perception. But sitting around in the backroom that Alex decided was secure and thus safe is going to drive her completely bonkers if she doesn't get out for at least a little bit.
The sight of Build-A-Buddy immediately makes her think of David and taking him to Build-A-Bear back home. She's about to pass it by when she notices something in the window: a little plush Alex. It's silly. She admits that it's silly. But she can't resist certain things and if her husband was going to be the way he was the last time she saw him in Detroit and act like a robot, then she needed something to cling to in the middle of the night and his small, plush lookalike would have to do.
With a quick glance around (which now takes more effort than it did before she lost her eye), she quietly slips into the store and over to the window where the little plush cyborg was sitting. With him under her arm, she almost leaves until she hears Harley and turns around, the mention of cookies making her stomach grumble just the slightest bit.
Making sure she could easily grab her knife (after all, if Venus was willing to jump her, all bets were off about most of the people she had trusted somewhat) if need be, she steps out into the open. "Are there enough for surprise guests?"
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The sight of Build-A-Buddy immediately makes her think of David and taking him to Build-A-Bear back home. She's about to pass it by when she notices something in the window: a little plush Alex. It's silly. She admits that it's silly. But she can't resist certain things and if her husband was going to be the way he was the last time she saw him in Detroit and act like a robot, then she needed something to cling to in the middle of the night and his small, plush lookalike would have to do.
With a quick glance around (which now takes more effort than it did before she lost her eye), she quietly slips into the store and over to the window where the little plush cyborg was sitting. With him under her arm, she almost leaves until she hears Harley and turns around, the mention of cookies making her stomach grumble just the slightest bit.
Making sure she could easily grab her knife (after all, if Venus was willing to jump her, all bets were off about most of the people she had trusted somewhat) if need be, she steps out into the open. "Are there enough for surprise guests?"